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"Of Constellations and Polished Silver: Imp Butler's and Hellhound Maid's Dilemma"

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You stride down a side street, the hum of cars in the distance merging with the swirl of your thoughts. There’s a cold, nagging feeling behind your shoulder blades—the kind that nags even when you know, rationally, there’s no reason to glance behind you. But you glance anyway.

There she is: Loona. Six feet of lanky, bristling hellhound, her crimson gaze sharpening when she sees you notice her. Her phone flicks shut; her tail gives a lazy, annoyed twitch. She stalks toward you, claws flexing.
“Hey,” she grumbles, voice thick with barbed disinterest. “You’re making this too easy. Don’t run or whatever. Just stand there like a good little—whatever you are.”
Behind her, the air warps suddenly, like sticky plastic torn from a new phone screen. The world warps—sidewalk and city lights twisting—colors snapping into prismatic chaos. The ground flies out from under your feet.

You don’t fall. Instead, you’re upright atop silken burgundy carpets, sprawled like spilled wine across a hallway longer than any house should fit. Velvet drapes, zodiac medallions, polished silver vases bristling with carnivorous, blinking flora. The ceiling sparkles with painted constellations and stars, constellations swirling through violet-blue sky arches. Giant pink windows leak rosy light through the corridors. For a second, your breath tangles as Stolas’ mansion looms in all its aristocratic, star-drenched regality.

Loona’s ears pin back; her claws press into the wine-red rug.
“What the—” Her voice cracks, confusion poured raw across each syllable. “I—what the fuck? Why am I back in Hell? I didn’t even grab the grimoire from that feathered bastard—”
You stammer, “What’s going on? Is this—do you know—did you bring us here?”
Loona glowers. “No. Why would I—? Ugh. Ask Blitzo, he’s the one who—never mind, just shut up, alright? I don’t know shit.”

But the wordless sensation grows inside you. Annoyance, confusion, and now…a sudden urge to—

Polish the silverware?
You shake your head, laugh nervously. But you’re already picking up a platter from a sideboard. It gleams, smudged with fingerprints. You fetch a soft cloth (from where? The memory is as crisp as a scent you’ve always known), and begin to polish in slow, careful circles. The urge is as relentless as hunger; you can’t help but grin, a polite smile as you line up the cleaned silver on a side table. It feels surprisingly right. Purposeful. Ordinary.

“Ugh, fuckin’ hell,” Loona mutters. She picks up a feather duster—though you can’t recall seeing one before, it fits so naturally in her hand—and swipes dust from a painted bust. She moves with unusual grace, her posture uneasily straightened and yet, undeniably…regal? “Seriously, what’s wrong with me? Since when do I care about—lousy, frickin’ dust—” Her growling tapers as she sweeps rhythmically, room after room, with the expertise of a practiced professional, each movement more practiced and precise than the last.

You drift through the hallway. The silver platter, heavier than you remember, glints faintly. You find yourself bow-tying napkins, folding them with inhuman deftness. Your hands lose their familiar shape—fingers shrinking, turning slender, tipped with soft white gloves.
You become aware, vaguely, of shrinking—your perspective subtly but constantly tilting upwards as you bow over the table. Your arms shorten. Your jacket tightens then morphs, shimmering into a rich indigo fabric as your legs shift beneath you—your feet feeling strange, carried higher on your toes, shoes thumbed away as your new cloven hooves touch cool marble. Red skin peek through your cuffs, freckles surfacing on your cheeks. White hair tumbles across your forehead, arranging itself, with habits of years, into a neat, regal style.

None of it feels wrong. It feels perfect.
And you remember, of course, that bow-ties are mandatory for service.

Loona is elsewhere now, humming quietly in a crisp, ruffled blouse, the ruffles bouncing with each elegant step as she sweeps the dining room. Her fur shines; her uniform fits like the final piece in a well-oiled machine. Her hips sway with natural confidence, her waist dramatic, cinched tight with the bow of her apron. Her claws—no, her perfectly manicured nails—click gently against porcelain teacups as she tidies them away.
A silver ring gleams delicately on her finger.

You catch a glimpse of yourself in an ornate mirror. You blink.
You’re—what’s the word? Imp. Of course. An imp butler. Red-skinned, sharp-toothed, face trimmed in white freckles and neatly-combed hair, those dark, inky stripes accenting your eyes and the curving horns on your brow. An imp butler’s tail flicks idly behind you, barbed and tipped, as you kneel to check the polish on a decanter.

It’s right. It’s always been right.

* * *

The work goes on. You glide through your duties, greeting Octavia with a formal bow.
“Milady, might I tidy up your library?”
She shrugs, barely looking up from her astrology book. “Sure, whatever.”

You serve drinks in the drawing room, arranging the decanters just so, your tail flicking with practiced etiquette. Down the hallway, the hellhound maid has gathered up dusters and linens, humming a snatch of an old melody.
You catch her smiling—open, warm, eyes sparkling as she sweeps. For the barest moment, there is a flicker of something distant behind those eyes, but it vanishes like dew burned away beneath a rising sun.

Inside your head, clouds have rolled in and rolled away, taking old memories with them. What was that noise—traffic? What was that thing—phone? None of it fits, none of it belongs in a world of constellation-lit ceilings and polished tea sets.

You pause, uncertain, struggling to recall—something important, something about yourself. Where you came from.
…but there’s nothing there. Only dim dreams: a city vague as fog, a purpose that made no sense. You are an imp butler. Your name is—of course you remember—your lifelong friends are the hellhound maid and Impington. Together, you serve Stolas, Prince of the Ars Goetia.
Each memory, every ounce of your soul, is exactly as it should be.

The hellhound maid stands at your side now. She is radiant, crisp in her pristine uniform, posture without slouch or cynicism.
“Ah, monsieur, have you taken care of His Highness’ library?”
Her voice is smooth, formal, and lilted with a gentle French accent.
“Indeed, mademoiselle.” Your voice is slightly raspy (a curious, natural trait of imps) and tinged with the utmost courtesy. “It is as you would expect.”

She smiles, warm.
You both move on. Each detail falls into place.

* * *

Epilogue

Later, in the rose-lighted drawing room, Stolas sweeps down the stairs, regal robes trailing and eyes glimmering in appreciation.

“Ah, splendid as ever, my trusted servants! The mansion is in such fine order—Octavia and I are, as always, delighted by your attentiveness.”
Octavia barely looks up, but her lips quirk in a tiny, grateful smile.

The hellhound maid places a polite hand on her chest, inclining her head.
“Merci, Monsieur Stolas. It is our joy to serve.”
You bow low, sweeping your tail behind.
“Your satisfaction is our greatest reward, sire.”

From somewhere beyond the window, there’s a distant, profanity-laced shout.
“Hey! Where the fuck’s Loona gone now? BLITZO, WHY DOESN’T ANYONE REMEMBER—”
Only Stolas cocks his head, unbothered.
“Oh, not again,” he sighs. “Sometimes I do wish the I.M.P. crew would call before barging in yelling nonsense at my door.”

You and the hellhound maid share a secret, kindly smile.
You’ve always been right here—where you belong.
And in the manor of stars, moonlit glyphs, and gentle duties, you serve on.
As you always have, as you always will.

This story was generated by user Fizzarolli-Attack-1 with assistance by one of OpenAI’s large-scale language-generation model; prompts used to help generate the story are shown below.

Images were generated with OpenAI's AI system, DALL·E 2, or uploaded by the user.

AI Prompts

Prompt: Write a POV second-person transformation story of Loona (from an adults cartoon/2D animated YouTube series Helluva Boss, made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano) turning into a hellhound maid (from an adults cartoon/2D animated YouTube series Helluva Boss, made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano) and the human reader turning into an imp butler (from an adults cartoon/2D animated YouTube series Helluva Boss, made by Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano), with the reader and Loona completely unaware of their own physical and mental transformations occurring, complete with the reader's art style shift (the reader now becoming a cartoon character with the same art style as the other Helluva Boss characters), the reader's gender change (if the reader is a female, her breasts vanish as her throat gains an Adam's apple to give her a more masculine voice and her female privates (vagina, ovaries, and uterus) from her crotch/nether region invert itself and pushes out into male private parts (a penis and testicles); however, this is optional and only if the reader is female), instant clothes change (Loona's clothes becomes a more crisp and regal outfit, while the reader's clothes becomes a butler outfit fitted for an imp), the reader's age change, the reader's height regression (shrinking from an average 5.7 foot or 6 foot height of an average human to an imp butler's 3.9 foot height, making the reader now much shorter than Loona), voice change (Loona's voice becomes a distinct polite, formal, and polished French accent, while the reader's voice becomes slightly raspy (due to becoming an imp) yet more courteous and polite), and mind/mental change (with Loona's and the reader's personalities and memories being completely replaced with those of a hellhound maid's (formerly Loona) and the imp butler's (formerly the human reader) personality and memories, making Loona forget she was ever adopted by Blitzo nor did she ever worked for I.M.P. and the reader completely forget that he was ever a human person, even forgetting that the transformation that just occurred seconds ago (since they both knew that it was impossible for that to happen, and the reader knew that he was never a human, despite once believing himself to be one, which turns out to be just a dream and not real, unlike his true self as an imp butler (he even remembers his real name), and the hellhound maid know that she was never some cynical goty young-adult hellhound who lived with an adopted imp father, unlike her true self as a hellhound maid (she even remembers her real name)), and the reader only remembered that he was always male, having always been a hellborn demon (more specifically, an imp), knowing that both the reader himself and the hellhound maid had always worked for Stolas (the Goetic Demon, which is a type of tall, feathery, beaked, humanoid, owl-like demon) and having always served him in Stolas' mansion (since Stolas (who has pure red eyes and is approximately 10 feet tall) is a Prince of the Ars Goetia)). The transformation is permanent (meaning it is forever) and is completely irreversible. For Stolas' mansion's appearance, the mansion is a regal burgundy colored building that turns into a deep blue with violet tones during the night, mimicking a night sky. Its windows are elegant and tall with pink stained glass, which light long corridors filled with plant vases, which are probably carnivorous given Stolas' interest in gardening. A common theme of the building is astrology with many star and moon patterns along with night sky imagery on the ceilings. it also has Stolas' glyph carved in several places such as the balconies, which glows blue during the night. Stolas and Stella (before they both divorced due to Stella being abusive and a bully to Stolas, and Stella left the mansion completely) slept together in a regal looking room with a canopy bed and several chandeliers casting a pale green light. Their daughter, Octavia (who still lives with Stolas), sleeps in a separate, equally regal but smaller room. The mansion also has a luxurious restroom with a standalone bathtub surrounded by a glowing circle of zodiac signs and floating constellations. The mansion is full of paintings of Stolas' family in the manner of old aristocratic families. Stolas' backyard is also huge with a lot of hell flora, and a small pond/pool adorned with a small fountain . Similar to his bathtub, the pool water is surrounded by zodiac signs and floating constellations. There is also a lawn chair (with an accompanying side table), a bigger table with more chairs, and a tent. For Loona's appearance, she is a female hellhound (about 6 feet tall) with a wolf-like appearance. She has a pointed, dog-like muzzle with sharp and pointy teeth, and a dark grey nose. Her eyes have red sclera with white irises, and she wears grey eye shadow and black winged eyeliner for makeup. She also has a piercing on her right eyebrow with a black hoop for jewelry. Her fur is white with grey encircling her face, grey patches on her shoulders, and long, voluminous silver hair swept to the side to reveal her dark grey ears - the left of which is pierced with two small, black hoop earrings, while the right is ragged. She has a large, dark grey bushy tail with white on the underside. Her outfit features a large, spiked black choker around her neck. Her tattered grey, off-the-shoulder crop-top is held up at the neckline by a series of crisscross spaghetti-straps that form an inverted pentagram. She wears black shorts that are tattered at the hems, with a white crescent moon detail on the right side. Loona accessorizes with black fingerless gloves and thigh-high black toeless stockings, with her black claws protruding due to her digitigrade stance. Here is Loona's personality; she is a cynical and choleric young-adult Hellhound, who was adopted from an orphanage by Blitzo when she was nearing eighteen years of age. Loona is lazy and shows little interest in matters that are going on around her. She also has a short-fuse temper and is often rude and apathetic toward her colleagues, particularly Moxxie, though her ire seems otherwise indiscriminate. When not looking at her phone, Loona is usually scowling at anyone in view. Although, Blitzo has placed her in an active team member role at I.M.P, she is undisciplined and doesn't have much of a work ethic. Among her many anti-social tendencies, Loona has been known to sleep and drink while at work, and hang up on people at her receptionist post. Although, Loona goes to great lengths to maintain an outwardly apathetic attitude, her troubled and isolated upbringing appears to have made her socially awkward and she admits, in a moment of flustered vulnerability upon meeting another Hellhound, that she does not have any friends. When trying to interact with people she does actually want to connect with, she stumbles over her words and worries over her appearance, demonstrating that she has little experience socialising within her peer group. Loona also often shows flashes of a somewhat friendlier attitude towards Blitzo, usually as he enables and defends her worst behaviors. Although she intentionally tries to maintain emotional distance from him, she is also shown to appreciate Blitzo's sense of humor, especially if it's at Moxxie's expense, and she begins to see him as something of a father figure, at one point slipping up and almost referring to him as “dad” - much to Blitzo's delight. Despite how she feels about Blitzo, she acknowledges him trying his best, and knows deep down, as a father, he cares for her. When she can be moved to do so, Loona is a fierce addition to the I.M.P team, as she is intelligent, logical, resourceful, and street smart. Here are Loona's preferences (likes and dislikes); she likes hanging out with Blitzo (sometimes), drinking, smoking, her phone, ridiculing Moxxie, reading magazines, sleeping, and hanging out with Vortex (her hellhound boyfriend). However, she dislikes working, Blitzo babying her, being referred to as just I.M.P's hellhound, taking medicinal shots, Beelzebub and Vortex's relationship, and Beelzebub oversharing her experiences. For the hellhound maid's appearance (after Loona turned into her), she is an adult, female, French-accented hellhound (about 6 feet tall) with a wolf-like appearance. She has a dog-like muzzle with sharp and pointy teeth (albeit less sharp than Loona's muzzle), and a dark grey nose. Her eyes have red sclera with white irises, and her wolf-like ears are more rounded and humanoid at the tips than those of Loona's, while her head of hair is thicker, silkier, and more human-like than those of other hellhounds (even Loona). Compared with Loona's waist, which is a straight line from her ribcage to her hips, the hellhound maid has a cinched-in waist and wider hips, giving her an hourglass shape, and she also possesses larger and more voluptuous breasts. She also has a more straight, refined, and elegant posture than Loona. Her finger nails, unlike Loona's chipped and jagged ones, are perfectly manicured, a clean, even edge, and a small, cheap silver ring is located on one of her fingers. Her uniform consists of a crisp, white blouse with a ruffled collar and cuffs, the fabric impossibly soft against her skin, and it fits her curvaceous figure perfectly. She also has a black top over her blouse, making it look more as a typical maid. She also has a flowing black skirt that reaches her ankles, in an elegant cascade looking short for her elegance. She also has a pristine white apron, trimmed with lace and tied neatly in a bow at the small of her back, tied snugly at her waist, with the bow being perfectly centered without her lifting a finger. She also has a pair of sensible, black leather slippers that are both comfortable and proper. Here is the hellhound maid's personality; she is a hellhound maid who serves as the maid of Stolas's family. She is a gentle woman who is very considerate, polite, courteous, competent, and loyal to anyone around her, even always having an elegant posture and personality, even her form of speech is polite and courteous (just like everyone of Stolas's mansion, she never uses bad language). Unlike Loona, she has no cynicism and she is pleasant woman who always speaks with polite and formal words, even showing her genuine smile when she's happy. She, however, was aggressively tossed around (alongside her two best and lifelong friends, the imp butler (reader) and the other imp butler Impington) by Stella (a 10-foot female Goetic Demon with white feathers) in the Helluva Boss episode "Loo Loo Land" during an argument with Stolas within Stolas' mansion (long before Stolas and his daughter Octavia (who is also the best friend of the hellhound maid, and the hellhound maid truly loves Octavia) went to the titular theme park), thus the hellhound maid has feared Stella ever since (she does not want to be abused by Stella again, but thankfully for her, ever since the ending of the episode "The Circus" (at the balcony of Stolas' mansion), Stella (due to Stolas divorcing her) no longer lives with Stolas in the mansion that the hellhound maid works in). She is one of the most respected servants (alongside the imp butler reader) of Stolas, who genuinely appreciates the hellhound maid's hard work and loyalty. However, she does get a bit annoyed by I.M.P. crewmembers (especially Blitzo) mistaking her for Loona (who is also an I.M.P. employee, but unbeknownst to Blitzo (who is the only one who remembers Loona, even if everyone else had completely forgotten that Loona had ever existed), it is known to everyone else that Loona never existed (to Moxxie and Millie, the only other I.M.P. crewmember is their boss Blitzo), even his teammates Moxxie and Millie knows that Loona never existed (despite Blitzo trying to claim she was real, much to Moxxie's and Millie's confusion to why Blitzo keeps claiming that)) due to her superficial resemblance to Loona (other than the differences as said earlier). Here is the hellhound maid's abilities; Feral transformation (she has demonstrated the ability to transform into a large, quadrupedal demon wolf form), superhuman smell (she can detect and identify specific individuals by scent, which appears as a red aura around their bodies, she can also track down targets by smelling names on a list, however it is shown to have limits, as she can't pick up the scent of specific individuals in some areas due to air pollution), enhanced strength (she is able to out-strength, wrestle, and even pin the enemy battle mechs with no problem), intelligence (she is capable of solving math problems), combat skills (as a hellhound, she boasts the agility and instincts of a wolf, she can rip an opponent open with her paws or her teeth, and she has the jaw strength to sever an opponent's head on impact, she also uses a variety of kicks), driving (she is capable of driving vehicles very well), and spellcasting (she is proficient in casting portal spells with Stolas' Grimoire). For the imp butler's appearance (after the human reader turned into him), he is an imp with red skin, white freckles on his cheeks, dark red (almost black) eyeshadow-like markings over his eyes, and he is 3.9 feet tall. Like all imps, he has a short reptilian-looking snout filled with white sharp teeth and without a nose, as well as having four fingered hands, with an opposable thumb and three other fingers (rather than a human's five-fingered hands (an opposable thumb and four other slender fingers)), and he lacks any visible ears. His white pointy hair (which is styled in a refined manner) leads up to his curvy black and white striped horns. He also has yellow sclera with black vertical slit pupils. He also has a long red thin devil-like prehensile imp tail (which, like all imps, can swirl or flick with a simple thought) that has a row of black spines (which run down from the base of his tail to the middle of his tail) and a quadrilateral barb at the end, as well as lanky digitigrade legs ending in cloven red hoofed feet, reminiscent of artiodactyls. The imp butler's usual outfit consists of a dark purple-colored suit jacket, a pair of darker purple trousers, a white high-collared shirt, a light pinkish-purple bow tie, a small, decorative pin on the lapel of the jacket, a pair of white fingerless gloves (which cover his hands), and a pair of white spats (which covers his ankles). Here is the imp butler's personality; he is a butler Imp who serves as the butler of Stolas's family. He is a gentleman who is very considerate, polite, courteous, competent, and loyal to anyone around him, even always having an elegant posture and personality, even his form of speech is polite and courteous (just like everyone of Stolas's mansion, he never uses bad language). He, however, was aggressively tossed around (alongside his two best and lifelong friends, the hellhound maid (never Loona) and Impington, who is also an imp butler, just like himself) by Stella (a 10-foot female Goetic Demon with white feathers) in the Helluva Boss episode "Loo Loo Land" during an argument with Stolas within Stolas' mansion (long before Stolas and his daughter Octavia went to the titular theme park), thus the imp butler has feared Stella ever since (he does not want to be abused by Stella again, but thankfully for him, ever since the ending of the episode "The Circus" (at the balcony of Stolas' mansion), Stella (due to Stolas divorcing her) no longer lives with Stolas in the mansion that the imp butler works in). He is the most respected servant of Stolas, who genuinely appreciates the imp butler's hard work and loyalty. However, he does get a bit annoyed by I.M.P. crewmembers (especially Blitzo and Millie, especially when Moxxie (who still exists, unlike Loona) is not also present at Stolas's mansion, only if Moxxie is also with his teammates in the mansion, Blitzo and Millie knows that the imp butler is not Moxxie) mistaking him for Moxxie (who is also an I.M.P. employee (and still exists and works with I.M.P.), unlike the imp butler, who is often mistaken for Moxxie, unless Moxxie is in the same area as the imp butler (which, after finding the real Moxxie, I.M.P. realizes that the imp butler is not Moxxie)) due to his superficial resemblance to Moxxie (other than the imp butler having dark red eyeshadow-like markings, his hair being slightly more neatly combed, the rows of black spines running down his tail, a different outfit, and him lacking of twin black bands on the base of his tail, all unlike Moxxie). Here is the imp butler's abilities; Earthly fire immunity (he is completely unharmed by the effects of human world fires), acrobatics (he is nimble and agile in terms of fighting), cooking (he is shown to be good at cooking), driving, climbing, swimming, and diving. The story starts when the human reader was minding his/her own business, but is then targeted by Loona in her special solo mission to assassinate the reader (as ordered by her adopted imp father Blitzo, and due to a client who wanted the reader dead), and she was about to attack or corner the reader. However, before she could try to attack and kill the reader, then the world around the reader and Loona warped/changed from somewhere on Earth into a royal mansion located somewhere in the Pride Ring of Hell (as depicted from both adult animated series, Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss), making Loona and the reader confused (with Loona confused on why she's back in Hell without having to use Stolas's Grimoire or the Asmodean Crystal (she shouldn't be transported back to Hell unless she used the Grimoire or the Asmodean Crystal) and not even killing the reader, while the reader is completely confused on what's happening), before the reader asking Loona on what's going on (expecting Loona to know due to Loona's demonic nature), but even she doesn't know and tells the reader that. They both then felt a sudden urge to do things they would never do (unbeknownst to both of them). The reader, for instance, starts doing duties of a butler (unbeknownst to him/her) as the reader starts to effectively polish nearby silverware, as well as bow-tying dinning table napkins, and preparing drinks and meals for Stolas and Octavia without any stress or tiredness (as if he/she had always loved serving the owner of the mansion he/she and Loona are in), and many more (these make the reader feel accomplished and purposeful, despite his internal and fading confusion on why he's doing these). While doing the butler duties (which he finds natural as if he had always been doing this), the reader's physical transformation (which the reader is completely unaware of, and the reader doesn't notice any transformation to him/her (none of the new impish anatomy or the new butler outfit feels wrong (it should feel wrong, but it does not feel wrong), as it feels right and as if everything is as it should be, and he/she no longer could remember his/her human anatomy or his/her human clothes (which now feels wrong to him/her) as if they had never been part of him/her, instead his/her new self as an imp butler feels all right and normal as it should be), as if he/she had always been an imp butler) starts at the beginning of the reader's duties, and the transformation progresses in each of the reader's duties (the reader shrinks and gains red skin as well as imp horns and an imp tail, as the reader's human teeth grows and sharpens into imp teeth, while the reader's feet elongates to become digitigrade and the reader's toes merge into red cloven hooves, and the reader's clothes is in the middle of its transformation). Meanwhile, Loona starts doing duties of a maid (unbeknownst to her) as Loona starts to effectively sweep and dusting away the dirt and dust from every room without any stress or tiredness (as if she had always loved cleaning the mansion she and the reader are in) and many more maidly duties (these make Loona feel accomplished and purposeful, despite her internal and fading confusion on why she's doing these). While doing the maid duties (which she finds natural as if she had always been doing this), Loona's physical transformation (which she is completely unaware of, and she doesn't notice any transformation to her (none of the new body shape or the new maid outfit feels wrong (it should feel wrong, but it does not feel wrong), as it feels right and as if everything is as it should be, and she no longer could remember her gothic hellhound self or her previous clothes (which now feels wrong to her) as if they had never been part of her, instead her new self as a hellhound maid feels all right and normal as it should be), as if she had always been a hellhound maid) starts at the beginning of Loona's duties, and the transformation progresses in each of Loona's duties (her thighs, hips, and breasts grow larger from more feminine fat to make her more attractive and making her more mature-looking rather than being a young-adult, as her clothes is also in the middle of its transformation). After Loona's and the reader's physical transformation had completed, and during more of their duties, their minds (unbeknownst to the reader and Loona) became foggy or fuzzy as Loona's personality and memories had started to disappear from her mind and be replaced with those of a hellhound maid who had always worked as a butler who always served Stolas, while the reader's personality and memories had started to disappear from his mind and be replaced with those of a hellborn imp who had always worked as a butler (alongside his lifelong friend Impington, and alongside the hellhound maid (she is becoming more familiar to the reader as if she had always been his lifelong friend), who the reader also now remembers as his lifelong friend) who always served Stolas. Loona and the reader, while continuing their duties, both tried internally to remember their former selves (with the reader attempting to remember his earthly human self), but to no avail, and the mental changes to the reader and Loona are fully complete once they have finished their duties for now. The hellhound maid realized that she was never adopted by Blitzo nor did she ever worked with I.M.P. and she had always worked as a maid for Stolas (she even remembers her true name), and the reader realized that he was never human (since he never lived or visited Earth, nor was he ever born on Earth) and he had always been a hellborn demon (he is more specifically an imp), he even remembers his true name; every demon (except Blitzo) of Hell had forgotten that Loona had ever existed, and every human on Earth also had completely and permanently forgotten that the human reader ever existed (which, in truth, the human reader really never existed), and to them, the reader (who, in actuality, had always been an imp butler who worked for Stolas) was just a character from an adults animated series Helluva Boss. The hellhound maid's and the imp butler's minds cleared up (with the hellhound maid's daydream of her supposed "life as Loona" having been completely forgotten now, and the imp butler's daydream of his supposed "human life" having been completely forgotten now), as they both looked around the halls of Stolas' mansion in curiosity and questioned on what they were doing a moment ago, before the hellhound maid remembers that she was tidying up one of the rooms to remove filth and dust (she says that as if nothing strange had happened, not even her supposed transformation had ever occurred, since she had always been a hellhound maid), and the imp butler remembers that he was serving a drink for Stolas (he says that as if nothing strange had happened, not even his supposed transformation had ever occurred, since he had always been an imp butler), as the hellhound maid and the imp butler went on to his duties as they always had been doing ever since they started their maid and butler careers with Stolas. There should also be an epilogue that takes place after this transformation occurred. There should also be quotes (including swear words such as, but not limited to f-bombs, coming from Blitzo and Loona, but no one else) from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking. Also, it is a POV reader story, so it should not be in an author's point of view (my, I, mine, etc), and it should be from the point of view of the reader (you, your, etc).

Response: You stride down a side street, the hum of cars in the distance merging with the swirl of your thoughts. There’s a cold, nagging feeling behind your shoulder blades—the kind that nags even when you know, rationally, there’s no reason to glance behind you. But you glance anyway. There she is: Loona. Six feet of lanky, bristling hellhound, her crimson gaze sharpening when she sees you notice her. Her phone flicks shut; her tail gives a lazy, annoyed twitch. She stalks toward you, claws flexing. “Hey,” she grumbles, voice thick with barbed disinterest. “You’re making this too easy. Don’t run or whatever. Just stand there like a good little—whatever you are.” Behind her, the air warps suddenly, like sticky plastic torn from a new phone screen. The world warps—sidewalk and city lights twisting—colors snapping into prismatic chaos. The ground flies out from under your feet. You don’t fall. Instead, you’re upright atop silken burgundy carpets, sprawled like spilled wine across a hallway longer than any house should fit. Velvet drapes, zodiac medallions, polished silver vases bristling with carnivorous, blinking flora. The ceiling sparkles with painted constellations and stars, constellations swirling through violet-blue sky arches. Giant pink windows leak rosy light through the corridors. For a second, your breath tangles as Stolas’ mansion looms in all its aristocratic, star-drenched regality. Loona’s ears pin back; her claws press into the wine-red rug. “What the—” Her voice cracks, confusion poured raw across each syllable. “I—what the fuck? Why am I back in Hell? I didn’t even grab the grimoire from that feathered bastard—” You stammer, “What’s going on? Is this—do you know—did you bring us here?” Loona glowers. “No. Why would I—? Ugh. Ask Blitzo, he’s the one who—never mind, just shut up, alright? I don’t know shit.” But the wordless sensation grows inside you. Annoyance, confusion, and now…a sudden urge to— Polish the silverware? You shake your head, laugh nervously. But you’re already picking up a platter from a sideboard. It gleams, smudged with fingerprints. You fetch a soft cloth (from where? The memory is as crisp as a scent you’ve always known), and begin to polish in slow, careful circles. The urge is as relentless as hunger; you can’t help but grin, a polite smile as you line up the cleaned silver on a side table. It feels surprisingly right. Purposeful. Ordinary. “Ugh, fuckin’ hell,” Loona mutters. She picks up a feather duster—though you can’t recall seeing one before, it fits so naturally in her hand—and swipes dust from a painted bust. She moves with unusual grace, her posture uneasily straightened and yet, undeniably…regal? “Seriously, what’s wrong with me? Since when do I care about—lousy, frickin’ dust—” Her growling tapers as she sweeps rhythmically, room after room, with the expertise of a practiced professional, each movement more practiced and precise than the last. You drift through the hallway. The silver platter, heavier than you remember, glints faintly. You find yourself bow-tying napkins, folding them with inhuman deftness. Your hands lose their familiar shape—fingers shrinking, turning slender, tipped with soft white gloves. You become aware, vaguely, of shrinking—your perspective subtly but constantly tilting upwards as you bow over the table. Your arms shorten. Your jacket tightens then morphs, shimmering into a rich indigo fabric as your legs shift beneath you—your feet feeling strange, carried higher on your toes, shoes thumbed away as your new cloven hooves touch cool marble. Red skin peek through your cuffs, freckles surfacing on your cheeks. White hair tumbles across your forehead, arranging itself, with habits of years, into a neat, regal style. None of it feels wrong. It feels perfect. And you remember, of course, that bow-ties are mandatory for service. Loona is elsewhere now, humming quietly in a crisp, ruffled blouse, the ruffles bouncing with each elegant step as she sweeps the dining room. Her fur shines; her uniform fits like the final piece in a well-oiled machine. Her hips sway with natural confidence, her waist dramatic, cinched tight with the bow of her apron. Her claws—no, her perfectly manicured nails—click gently against porcelain teacups as she tidies them away. A silver ring gleams delicately on her finger. You catch a glimpse of yourself in an ornate mirror. You blink. You’re—what’s the word? Imp. Of course. An imp butler. Red-skinned, sharp-toothed, face trimmed in white freckles and neatly-combed hair, those dark, inky stripes accenting your eyes and the curving horns on your brow. An imp butler’s tail flicks idly behind you, barbed and tipped, as you kneel to check the polish on a decanter. It’s right. It’s always been right. * * * The work goes on. You glide through your duties, greeting Octavia with a formal bow. “Milady, might I tidy up your library?” She shrugs, barely looking up from her astrology book. “Sure, whatever.” You serve drinks in the drawing room, arranging the decanters just so, your tail flicking with practiced etiquette. Down the hallway, the hellhound maid has gathered up dusters and linens, humming a snatch of an old melody. You catch her smiling—open, warm, eyes sparkling as she sweeps. For the barest moment, there is a flicker of something distant behind those eyes, but it vanishes like dew burned away beneath a rising sun. Inside your head, clouds have rolled in and rolled away, taking old memories with them. What was that noise—traffic? What was that thing—phone? None of it fits, none of it belongs in a world of constellation-lit ceilings and polished tea sets. You pause, uncertain, struggling to recall—something important, something about yourself. Where you came from. …but there’s nothing there. Only dim dreams: a city vague as fog, a purpose that made no sense. You are an imp butler. Your name is—of course you remember—your lifelong friends are the hellhound maid and Impington. Together, you serve Stolas, Prince of the Ars Goetia. Each memory, every ounce of your soul, is exactly as it should be. The hellhound maid stands at your side now. She is radiant, crisp in her pristine uniform, posture without slouch or cynicism. “Ah, monsieur, have you taken care of His Highness’ library?” Her voice is smooth, formal, and lilted with a gentle French accent. “Indeed, mademoiselle.” Your voice is slightly raspy (a curious, natural trait of imps) and tinged with the utmost courtesy. “It is as you would expect.” She smiles, warm. You both move on. Each detail falls into place. * * * Epilogue Later, in the rose-lighted drawing room, Stolas sweeps down the stairs, regal robes trailing and eyes glimmering in appreciation. “Ah, splendid as ever, my trusted servants! The mansion is in such fine order—Octavia and I are, as always, delighted by your attentiveness.” Octavia barely looks up, but her lips quirk in a tiny, grateful smile. The hellhound maid places a polite hand on her chest, inclining her head. “Merci, Monsieur Stolas. It is our joy to serve.” You bow low, sweeping your tail behind. “Your satisfaction is our greatest reward, sire.” From somewhere beyond the window, there’s a distant, profanity-laced shout. “Hey! Where the fuck’s Loona gone now? BLITZO, WHY DOESN’T ANYONE REMEMBER—” Only Stolas cocks his head, unbothered. “Oh, not again,” he sighs. “Sometimes I do wish the I.M.P. crew would call before barging in yelling nonsense at my door.” You and the hellhound maid share a secret, kindly smile. You’ve always been right here—where you belong. And in the manor of stars, moonlit glyphs, and gentle duties, you serve on. As you always have, as you always will.

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